Blood Source Era

The next day, because the rain suddenly became very large last night, it almost became as if it had stopped at dawn.

Thin raindrops hit people's bodies, and the dark clouds still shrouded overhead.

Such weather is like a sneering **** in the shadows, their shadows always hang over this continent.

The mist looks like it is full of breath of death.

Once it starts, it is difficult to stop the rain completely, and it is almost impossible to clear the weather.

Warm complained about such rainy days. Before leaving, he had already sat at the table and started his preparation work.

Until everyone had awakened, finished his preparation, and had a humble breakfast, he was still doing his preparation.

This is the sorrow of a technician. If he wants to fight monsters, he does not need a strong body or learn powerful magic.

But those things are not necessary because of it, but to make it have substitutes.

Alchemy weapons, guns, gunpowder, these are the qualifications and core of Warm to become a hunter.

As a technician, he can have his own strength without hard work and squeeze his body.

But the price is that for every mercury bullet, if he wants to save costs, he has to do it himself.

In the metal cartridge, he had to pour the gunpowder one by one, and use special tools to compact it, put in the mercury bullet, and tighten the edge.

This requires patience and complicated work. After he finally finished, he only made a general bullet.

And his new invention, that mighty machine gun, filled with its magazine requires 128 bullets!

This makes the irritable Walm have to find an excuse to vent his emotions.

Such as why black powder is not small enough, why this **** rainy day has not stopped, why no one in the world has invented a tool that can quickly reload.

He found various excuses to vent his emotions, so that he could calm down and honestly fill every bullet.

Until he installed the last one, checked the weapon, and put it on, Aaron and Alfred were already ready.

Link is not a combatant, so he just put on his clothes, prepared to go to the haunted house, verify the gambling game, and then earn his gold coin, then went back to his room to sleep.

Everyone is waiting for Warm, which makes Warm feel a little guilty in his heart. He is more like some monster to meet at this time.

And this is the origin of his grumpy temper.

Creating powerful weapons takes a long time to complete.

Warm, who has no patience, has saved everything where time and effort can be saved, but it still takes a long time.

Then, it was like he complained and cursed while making weapons.

Has an almost fanatical and obsessive attitude towards hunting monsters.

Can pull the trigger to smash the monster in front of him, watching the flesh flew in front of his eyes in the sound of a huge gun.

Although for some peaceful people, that scene seemed a bit cruel.

But for Walm, this was his most satisfying and fulfilling moment.

"Okay, I'm ready. Next, let's break something like ghosts."

Warm said in a murderous manner.

This made Aaron grin involuntarily, feeling that with him staying in the team, even if he met the monster and could resolve it peacefully, he would definitely break the opponent into pieces.

"Well, now that they are all ready, let's go!" Aaron said.

A group of four people walked out of the hotel. They first picked up the skeptical red-bearded dwarf at the entrance of the tavern before going to the haunted house.

At the gate of the haunted house, five people looked at the window that Alfred shot with an arrow yesterday, and everything seemed to be what he said.

This room seems to have ghosts. The broken windows are intact.

Unless someone ran into this manor at night to hit the glass of this abandoned house, how could this happen?

But the surrounding environment is not abnormal.

The deserted path, the rusty iron fence, and even the iron gate were pushed and pushed by Alfred yesterday.

Is filled with water vapor. The coating of the metal fence falls off due to the erosion of rain, and a strong smell of metal rust diffuses in the air.

The plants growing on the metal fence are intact and there is no trace of breakage caused by someone over the wall.

In fact, everyone knows that there will be absolutely no one, ran to this ghost place in the middle of the night, and then walked into the house and replaced it with new windows.

Unless it is a ghost!

"So, do you bet on the window of this house?" The hunter hugged his hands around his chest and looked at the house.

He didn't see any broken window, because that one has been repaired.

"It seems I lost." The dwarf said indifferently.

Aaron took two gold coins from his pocket and threw them to Alfred and Link respectively.

Get what he deserves, UU reading www. Uukanshu. Com Link shrugged his shoulders and said that there is nothing more about him now.

Then he turned and left.

After annoyingly filling up the morning ammunition and now losing another gold coin, Walm's mood became worse and worse.

He twitched the zipper on his machine gun, turned the wheel up, and said.

"So now, let's go in and see what the **** is in this ghost place! I want to hit all the mercury bullets into its ass!"

The dwarf pulled out his warhammer skillfully at this time.

"Then let me come."

Said, taking a step forward, lifting the hammer in his hand, raising it high, and then hitting it with a hammer on the rusty iron door.

The metal squeaked distortedly, and then collapsed.

With the brute force in his hand, the dwarf directly dropped the gate from his metal bracket to the ground.

After doing this, he proudly put the hammer on his shoulder.

This ruined manor, where no one has been here for a long time, is just like this. In the violent break of the dwarves, Aaron and his party stepped into it.

Weeds had grown on the gravel road. When Aaron sniffed his nose into the manor, he stepped on the weeds, and the wet drops of water immediately wet his boots.

"Okay, I paid a lot of money to let the demon union chief in this small town watch for us."

Said, a strange smile appeared on Aaron's face.

He cares, of course, it can't be money, this manor that has been abandoned for a long time, and no one dares to set foot on it.

Who can guarantee that in a hidden place inside, there won't be a large box of gold coins buried?